A lost piece.
“And then I go…”I dwell in memories sometimes
trying to construct the puzzle
but some pieces missing all the time
wrecking all the little gain I made.
It’s falling like a paper castle
on the empty, barren ground.
So I return to my eternal duty
constructing structures out of a concept
from the closet somewhere hidden deep within.
And then I go,
embark on a journey inland
to the places not often found
portrayed on photographs of old.
Emotion is invisible
can not document it,
my missing puzzle piece.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Thank you very much for any help!